Three Kingdoms: The Black Mountain Army Unites the Realm

In 193 AD, in the Taihang Mountains.

After suffering a string of crushing defeats, Lü Bu’s five thousand Bingzhou cavalry had cornered the remnants of the Black Mountain Army deep in the mountains.

Zhang Fang, the only son of General Zhang Yan, who had been charged with pacifying the rebellion, was gravely wounded and unconscious. As he hovered near death, his soul traveled a thousand years into the future. He witnessed the rise and fall of China and learned the history of the eighteen centuries following the end of the Han dynasty.

Three days later, the young man awoke beneath his father’s anxious gaze.

At the foot of the mountain, the cold gleam of Lü Bu’s halberd was already closing in.

“Father,” he said, a depth foreign to this age settling in his eyes. “I’m going to make Lü Bu’s cavalry my prey.”

When a modern soul falls into the desperate final days of the Han, when a commoner takes up history as his weapon.

One fire in Ghostcry Ravine would burn away the Bingzhou cavalry’s arrogant pride; an eight-hundred-mile hunting ground in the Taihang Mountains would trap the halberd of the mightiest warrior under heaven.

Winning over Zhang Liao, bringing Han Ju to his side, matching wits with Yuan Shao, outmaneuvering Gongsun Zan: this was only the beginning. Amid a land carved up by powerful clans, he would win the common people who had nowhere left to turn their first foothold.

Cao Cao saw him as a great enemy. Yuan Shao called him a bandit. Liu Bei guarded against him like a beast of prey.

Standing atop the mountain, Zhang Fang called out to the countless outlaws behind him:

“If they won’t give us a way to live, we’ll carve one out ourselves.

If they won’t let us into the halls of power, we’ll build new ones.”

It was time for the world to learn a different way to live.